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This story follows on immediately from Symposium Day Ch 1,2,3
The story so far:-
Ch1. Dave, Jen and I are at a symposium in Barcelona. I am the new boy at nineteen, Jen is late thirties, and Dave, a brusque northerner with an eye for the ladies, is somewhat older. After a meal in Las Ramblas, Dave heads back to the hotel leaving me with Jen, who he’s been chatting up all day. Back at the hotel, Jen took me to her room where I got my first lesson in giving oral sex, something her ‘shag about’ husband won’t do for her.
Ch2 Jen realised that this might have been a mistake and summoned me to her room to explain. She’s worried that I am very young, one of only four people who know about her snake tattoo, and that I might not be discreet. When I made it obvious that ‘What happens in Barcelona, stays in Barcelona’, she invited me back to her room that night, where we discovered we both like talking dirty. (If you haven’t read Chs 1 and if he gave up before three tries he was a wimp.
“He continued to try. The hand was now half way up my inner thigh, still on my stocking but getting close to my flesh at the top. It was delicious! I was juicing. I moved his hand, but I didn’t want to, and I was thinking, please don’t stop: don’t give up!
“Every fibre in my body was screaming, this is life! This is what you are here for! To reproduce! He wants to put his dick in you to inseminate you and, truth to tell, you are busting to let him.
“He didn’t give up! The hand returned. amasya escort It slid up to the bare flesh between stockings and knickers. Oh fuck! Do I move his hand again? I know I should, I also know I don’t want to. I’m flowing. My knickers are wet! Evolution is telling me to mate with this boy, but society is telling me to resist. I moved his hand. Three down!
“I don’t know why, but my hand brushed over his crotch. This encouragement caused his hand to return with more confidence. It slid up my stocking. He kissed with more passion. It found the bare flesh at the top! Sparks flew! I am incredibly wet, I so want to fuck even though I have no idea what fucking feels like, or why I want it, but I do: I so do.
“His hand reaches the edge of my knickers. Oh fuck, decision time! A finger slides under the elasticated leg. It finds my moistness. God I’m wet. Sparks fly. He touches my clit. Our tongues battle. I am about to cum. Fuck convention it’s decision made!
“Somehow his cock is in my hand.
“He slides my knickers off.
“I am about to mate for the very first time.
“I have tossed boys off before, but never actually fucked one. I am about to become a woman.
“He is not taking my virginity, I am giving it to him: willingly: wantonly.
“Legs spread wide, I stare at him in the half light, the most sexually aroused I have ever been.
“If he looks down he’ll see my pussy lips glistening with my lust.
“My eyes say it all.
“Fuck me!
“Penetrate me!
“Inseminate anadolu yakası escort me!
“There is a fumbling moment, a ripping sound, as he puts on a johnny.
“It is really about to happen!
“He kneels between my thighs.
“The moment is now!
“Will it hurt?
“Who cares?
“I want it.
“There is a first for every virgin.
“His cock touches the outer lips of my flowing pussy.
“Bloody disaster! He cums! I feel the end of the johnny fill, and he’s not even properly in yet! Then nothing. Fuck all. Nada!
“Is that what all the fuss is about? I thought.
“I may well still technically be a virgin! FUCK IT, all that for nothing!”
During the story, our hands had involuntarily followed the script. I had caressed her stocking clad leg all the way up her thigh. She, reliving the tale, had removed it each time.
Finally, I reached the elasticated edge of her knickers. My finger slid inside. She was wet: just as wet as in her memory. I stroked her flowing sex with my index finger, while she rubbed my crotch.
I slid her panties off. She lifted her bum in compliance. I dropped my trousers, and knelt between her splayed thighs. Just as she got to the bit about the disaster, I entered her forcefully.
She actually cried out loud, clutched my buttocks with both hands, holding me deep inside her and, judging by the spasms I felt running along my cock, she came: I came very soon after.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’ve been waiting for that for twenty years. anamur escort God, that’s how it should have been: how I imagined it would be. Stars, tingles, lightning bolts, the works.
“Maybe I should take you out in my car?” I said, carefully extracting my cock from her slickness, lest I spill cum on her settee. Fortunately her peignoir offered some protection.
“I don’t think we could work that magic again, not to the same extent.” Her thighs were still quivering.
“Best let it be a memory. But I do have another idea.”
“Go on.”
“How’s your bum?”
“Fine! Actually I found it really sexy. Particularly the aftercare!”
“That’s what I want to talk to you about. I think you find some pain erotic. You know, the spanking, and when I sucked your cock, just after you’d cum……”
She paused.
“Would you like to explore that a bit more?”
My blood pressure shot up again. I had tried to rationalise the erotic feelings I got from certain pain, but failed. I knew I had enjoyed it but I didn’t know why, and before I had time to think my mouth had agreed.
“So next Sunday, I’ll be Miss Peters and you’ll just be you, a naughty student. I warn you I’ll probably be a lot stricter than her. The only lines she’ll give you will be with a long handled shoe horn on your bum! So if you find anything you don’t like, or can’t cope with, just tell me to take off my glasses and I’ll be Jen again. Agreed?”
“Agreed.” …..Continued.
As always, if you can spare a second or two to comment I would love to hear from you. Feedback is my main motivator. Did you like it? Did it bring back memories? It certainly did for me as I wrote it, I’ve always had a thing for older women, particularly if they wear square framed glasses and have a long handled shoe horn!
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